Yan Yan couldn't help but lower his head, gazing at the young girl's uneasy expression even in her sleep.
His fingertip gently caressed her cheek, the soft skin offering an irresistible touch, almost making him reluctant to let go.
Thinking of Huang Sijun and the others still lying in the hospital, his eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a chilling coldness.
He picked up the phone beside him, casually composing a message.
His people were known for their efficiency.
In less than half an hour, a reply came through:
[Fifth Young Master, everything has been arranged.]
Yan Yan gazed at these words, lazily leaning on the headboard, his breathtakingly beautiful face full of darkness and danger.
He wouldn't let anyone who troubled her get away.
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Yun Qiluo slept until early the next morning before getting up. She had gone to bed early last night and woke up early too, opening her eyes at five in the morning.
Groggily propping up her little face, she watched Yan Yan for half an hour.
